Chapter 638 He is not alone

   Zhao Rong: "I bet that Shenzhou's daily limit will be at least a week."

  Prosperity: "He is a stud? What is he planning?"

   Zhao Rong: "The right to speak about the flow of funds for major special projects in the ten-year plan."

   "We won't stop it either. It's a matter of mutual benefit. Why does he screw it up like this?"

   "We will not block, but join us to win, Tesla will never participate."

   “Participate in what?”

   "His Sabie is ideal!"

   "...Okay, but I feel that if he loses, there is a real possibility that his whole body will be broken and he will stop playing."

   "Now what we should consider is to keep an eye on him for the rest of the time, the rest is not important."

   "Lingling~" (phone ringtone)

  “…”

   Zhao Rong put down the phone with a solemn expression:

   "Tesla's listing news has been released through official media.

   However, all my sources of information indicate that Zhao Song has not announced that he will sign the agreement tomorrow. "

   "Fuck!" Xingsheng gritted his teeth, "That kid still wants to play with foreigners! I'll shake some more people, look dead!"

  …………

  17:00.

   During non-working hours, the music gradually stopped, Liu Ying leaned in front of Zhao Song and exhaled like a blue:

   "Do you know? Tang Seng went through ninety-nine-eighty-one hardships, but it was Jin Chanzi who finally enjoyed the blessing."

   Zhao Song squinted at her: "How about Jin Chanzi enjoying happiness, I am still willing to be a Tang monk."

   "Oh?" Liu Ying teased, "Because of Xingxian?"

   Zhao Song thought: "That girl has to stun Wukong, take it away!"

   "Is that a rabbit?"

   "In the case of a rabbit, I should follow the plot and wait for Chang'e to hug the rabbit and let Wukong stunned and take it away together."

   "Where to take?"

   "Daughter Country."

   "What are you taking?"

   Zhao Song's eyes were deep: "I am an author, and my dream is to write a novel "I Came to a Woman's Country". The so-called art comes from practice..."

  “Poof~”

   "Oh, it hurts~"

  Liu Ying rubbed her paws and asked angrily, "If there is no arrangement at night, I will go back. Professor Liu can't live without people."

   Zhao Song nodded, picked up the evening newspaper on the coffee table and said, "Go. It's important to do business."

   "Okay, I will pick you up at Ziyu Villa tomorrow afternoon." After speaking, Liu Ying got up and left.

   "Wait." Suddenly, Zhao Song looked up from the newspaper.

"What's wrong?"

   "Tonight is the Jinglu battle?"

  Liu Ying looked at the newspaper in his hand and nodded hesitantly.

   "Find me a grandstand ticket."

   "Okay, I'll have someone bring it to you in a while, but you have to pay attention to safety, and there must be someone around you at all times."

   Zhao Song is impatient: "I see."

   "Do I need to arrange dinner for you?"

  Zhao Song thought for a while: "Dumplings stuffed with leeks and pork, Wang Zhi and stinky tofu, don't need the garlic, let's have some green onions dipped in soy sauce, served with five-star gold and six blessings!"

   Liu Ying was stunned: "Who are you trying to smoke to death?"

   Zhao Song waved his hand for the last time and said decisively: "Arrangement!"

   "...Yes~"

  …

  17:30.

  Before get off work, there was a burst of suppressed cheers from the Beihe Provincial Government.

  The difference is that on Wuming Street in Qingxian County, Beihe Cang City, there was a deafening sound of firecrackers.

   Excited people pulled fireworks one after another, and after a while, colorful fireworks illuminated the dark sky.

   The provincial government called to congratulate, and the city leaders came to inspect. At this moment, the location of Wuming Technology is even more lively than the New Year.

  …

   "Watching the ball?"

   On the commercial car, Zhao Rong asked incredulously.

  Xingsheng put down his mobile phone: "Beijing-Lu battle, the Football Association leaders will participate, the security level is sufficient."

   After he finished speaking, he thought for a while, then gritted his teeth and said, "I'll shake some more people!"

   Zhao Rong: "..."

  ………………

  17:55.

  Zhao Song sat on the Audi A8 with hiccups.

  Er Mao in the driver's seat covered his nose and asked gloomily, "Worker?"

   "Well, let's go."

  Er Mao opened the car window, made a simple gesture to the window, then found two masks from the glove box and put them on before starting the car.

   Zhao Song looked at the wire behind his ear and said with a smile, "The equipment is quite advanced."

   "Brother, can you stop talking?" Er Mao said depressedly.

   "Hold on, leeks are hard to digest. I don't have anything to digest for dinner tonight, so I'll just vomit after a while.

  哏~”

   "You still vomit," Er Mao shook his head helplessly, "Brother, didn't you play basketball before, why did you like football?"

  Being a basketball fan?

Zhao Song shook his head again and again, thinking back to the NBA flower-planting fans who were full of flower-planting fans after the 'anti-China' campaign, and the sky-high AJ shoes floating in the sky; A piece of A4 paper with only four words written on it: Get some gas...

  Flowering basketball fans is a joke. (The author himself is a basketball fan, please spray lightly)

   No matter in war or peace, in prosperous or poor countries, as long as the Chinese football team appears, the five-star red flag will always be flying over the field.

  Flowering football fans is no joke! Chinese football is!

   "The 'invisible man' will just follow me for a while. Shenzhou is the sponsor of the Guoan stadium, and all the fans in Beijing know me."

  Er Mao: "Luneng doesn't know you."

   "Why don't you know, Shenzhou Inspur is the sponsor over there, they all know it."

"……All right."

  …………

  19:20.

   XX business hotel.

   Zhao Rong and Xingsheng looked at each other, then turned to look at the two TVs at the same time.

   One is broadcasting on Beijing Satellite TV and one is on Dongshan Satellite TV. In fact, CCTV is also broadcasting live, but it is not as bold as the two satellite TVs.

  Under the camera, Zhao Song didn't know what to say to the two fans. He took the double drum sticks from a shirtless fan and beat the "Chinese Drum" like an angry beast. He also took the lead and roared:

  “Shabi~”

  The fans shouted: "Change the referee!"

   "Sabi!"

   "Change the referee!"

   "Sabi!"

   "Change the referee!"

  “…”

   Beijing curse appeared.

   Zhao Rong supported his forehead and said weakly: "I have a bad feeling."

   "Your hunch has come true!" Xingsheng gritted his teeth and picked up the phone, "Then she plans to lock herself up in another place. As long as she locks herself up for a week, Xiaoyu's side will be able to produce preliminary results, and there will definitely be people who will be shaken by then.

  No, I will shake people again, I see who dares to lock up Nasapi tonight. "

   "Shake it," Zhao Rong stared at the time and space situation on the TV, holding the phone tightly, ready to join the Shaker team at any time.

   In the TV, under the leadership of Zhao Song, more than a dozen light pigs climbed down the stands along the ropes made of clothes.

  The Jinglu players hid and shivered, but they watched Zhao Song and Guangzhu beat the referee with excitement.

   "Fuck!"

   A sloppy **** from Zhao Rongbao, who was suave and elegant, and quickly picked up his mobile phone and called his husband.

Xingsheng next to him also shouted into the mobile phone: "Lao Liu, who is there in Dongsishitiao? Help me say hello. As long as it involves Zhao Song tonight, don't worry about it. What's going on will wait until tomorrow... Fuck me!"

  “patta~”

  The mobile phone fell, the prosperity was sluggish, and after the referee was played on the TV, with the help of a group of fans, Zhao Song and Guangzhu broke through the security barrier and went straight to the podium.

   Then, Guangzhu assisted, Zhao Song output.

   "Boom~"

  Two-headed hammers, and the leader of the leader has Venus in his eyes.

   In the end, Zhao Song stretched out his **** and, under the watchful eyes of the whole nation, inserted it into his throat fiercely:

   "vomit~"

   When this generation of fans gets old, they will never forget that night.

   That night, it was so green~ That leader was green all over his body, black-green, black-green. Even, they can smell the black-green, black-green smell through the TV~

   How stinky a flower football is, how stinky is that leader!

  “…”

  In the room, Zhao Ronghe Xingsheng widened his eyes and opened his mouth wide, looking at the TV dumbly, and the sound of the commentary in his ears was so exciting:

   "I vomited! I vomited! I vomited! Zhao Song made a contribution! Zhao Song made a contribution! We didn't give the security staff any chance!"

   "Victory belongs to Zhao Song, victory belongs to Beijing fans, Dongshan fans, and national fans!"

   "At this moment, he is not fighting alone! He is not alone..."

   (end of this chapter)